“That’s not nice,” Brent responded, still feeling the need to defend Riley.
“He’s my brother, I don’t have to be nice.” Owen grinned. “I’ll let you know when the coast is clear. Oh, and you’re required at lunch on Sunday.”
“Required?” Brent raised an eyebrow. “Not requested?”
“You’ve met my mom. She’s worried about you and she wants to see you eating.”
“I guess I’ll be there, then,” Brent said.
“Good. You relax, I’ll play lookout.”
Brent nodded, watching Owen head back out into the main part of the store. He sat down behind Owen’s desk and sent Riley a text, giving him a last chance to make any requests for things he might want.
It was weird to think of himself as part of the family, but Brent didn’t hate that idea at all.
Maybe Riley wouldn’t hate it, either.
